Warning! Explicit sexual innuendo and drunk shenanigans/their aftermath! Adequate amount of debauchery and regret. Reader discretion is advised.
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BANG! BANG! BANG!
I jerk awake with the worst hangover of my entire life, and all I see is red. I sit up, my entire body aching and my mouth tasting sour, as I realize Keigo's feathers are strewn throughout...wherever the fuck we are. My eyes adjust to the dim light that passes through...a porthole?
'Are we on the fucking boat?'
Kei is passed out, an arm and a leg hanging off the bed, snoring with his mouth wide open; we're both naked. There's empty bottles of Bacardi, Captain Morgan, and vodka rolling around on the floor, along with a tripod and a pair of binoculars. We must be in the main cabin because we slept in a bigass comfortable king bed. I feel woozy as fuck. I'm probably gonna be seasick; I've never been on a boat because my gut told me DANGER. The drunk version of me was apparently braver and stupider.
"TOYA! TOYA, ARE YOU IN THERE?!" Natsuo's voice shouts through the door. I groan as I stumble out of bed, nearly falling down as I try to put on my boxers.
"The fuck is going on?" I slur as I open the door.
"Do you know where the hell we are-OH GOD, DUDE, WHY?!" Natsuo screams before covering his eyes, and I flinch as my head pounds.
"Christ, Nats, keep it down. I've got a hangover," I bitch.
"Do you guys not clean up? That's disgusting!" He cringes, and I sniff.
"Fuck're you talkin' about?" I yawn, rubbing my eyes.
"Pretty sure you've got Keigo's jizz all over your face, dipshit," He spits, "I'm never gonna fucking un-see this. I'm not gonna talk to you until you fix that!"
SLAM!
I blink and turn to look in the ornate mirror on the dresser, squinting until I notice the dried trail running from the side of my mouth down my chin. My face flushes.
'Shit. Guess I can check scarring Natsuo permanently off my accidental bucket list,' I groggily think to myself as I lick my fingers and do my best to rub the dry mess off of my face. I cringe before stumbling to the door beside the mirror and throwing it open. Luckily, my gut is right; it's a bathroom. I turn on the sink, cupping my hands under the water and splashing it on my face until it feels clean enough. I snatch one of the towels from the rack and dry off.
"SINCE BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN! MADONNA!"
I jump as "1985" starts blasting from my phone speaker. It's Fuyumi. I immediately pale as I dart out of the bathroom and scramble to find it. Keigo is still fast asleep, snoring louder than ever. I get on all fours and reach under the bed, sighing in relief when my hands wrap around my phone, and I click the button as I lift it to my ear.
"Hello-"
"TOYA TODOROKI! WHERE IN THE HELL ARE YOU BOYS?!"
This is one of the only times I've ever heard my sister curse.
"Um...that's...that's a good question, Yumi. A fascinating one, actually. Uh...not sure I know the answer to that, myself," I grunt, my words slowly leaving my lips like thick molasses. I can barely think clearly. I'm completely sobered up, but I feel like garbage. My body is sore. My brain is numb. I'm just confused with zero memory of what happened.
"THE BOAT IS GONE! RUMI HAS BEEN-SKKKKK-TRYING TO-SKKKK-TRA......I SWEAR TO....."
"Yumi? Yumi, you're breaking up!" I call out between the angry phone static.
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